umbrxs:

                                                A sweet smell invades them.
                                                It would’ve been pleasing to
                                                his host. Had he been awake
                                                But it is naught but absolutely 
                                                             r e p υ ɢ ɴ α ɴ т
                                                                 to the fox.

                                               Perhaps he had seen the leech, 
                                               once before. A thousand years  
                                               ago. Such a face is not easily
                                               forgotten.

                                            ❝ There is no place in this town
                                              for your kind, Ⴆʅσσԃʂυƈƙҽɾ. ❞

                   _{—-It was meant to sting. She knew as much. Meant tear upon her heart strings with a malice that would seem almost bitter sweet, had she anything for it to claw at. There was naught but a hollow shell of the girl she was once. The one who dreamed of starlight and kissed in the cool breeze. But, she ought not to tarry. For demons awaited no one.}

                             _{’ And perhaps you are the one to chase me out of
                                  it then? ’}